The Four Colonies (Started/Still Open)

Plot:

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Many years ago, the Colonies that roamed the earth in peace. The Shiva clan ruled their country, which was a secluded area in the world where these peaceful dragons remained hidden from the world. They remained at peace until the Red Dragon was slain and his son - who was there at the time - was scared out of the country. The Colony Council made a peace treaty to maintain peace with each other for the sake of their descendants. Many centuries after the Black Dragon's exile, the Colonies were still at peace. Now the descendants of the Colony Council are made known of each other and war is threatening to burst. An Elder from the Vampire Colony is on the search of an escaped fellow vampire and witches are pointing fingers at other Colonies. Whose Colony are you in and what side are you on? Choose your calling and either start the war or prevent it from coming to pass. Are you for the war or against the war?
Vampires believe themselves more superior than humans and known to be capable of brutally killing any shapeshifter they come across. Witches are divided into White, Black, and Grey tribes and carry an alliance with the shapeshifters and humans. Like the Grey witches and warlocks, the shapeshifters are neutral, but will attack when provoked. Special humans are a rarity at some point, but they can be found by a highly-skilled shapeshifter whose sense of smell is more keen than others.

Here are the Four Colonies to choose from, but gender must be even:

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The First Colony- the dominant colony on Earth.
Humans- There can be humans who are part witch or part shapeshifter in the family tree. Also excel in melee combat and magic.
The Second Colony- users of the elements and other magic
White Witches/Warlocks - Kind and allies of the humans and shapeshifters.
Black Witches/Warlocks - Cruel and notorious for high offence
Grey Witches/Warlocks - The neutral party of the Colony.
The Third Colony- children of the night.
Overworlders- the Civilians and the Wealthies
Underworlders- the Elders and the Assassins/Spies. All excel in healing and long range combat.
The Fourth Colony- eternal hidden clans
Shiva Clan- the royal dragons. Near-invincible as dragons and immune to magic.
Felina Clan- the guardian panthers. Immune to poison and disease, friends of the forest and jungle, physically fit, and easily frightened by fire.

Rules:

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1. Romance is okay, but no sex.
2. Swearing is allowed, on the condition not to use it as a second hand or overdoing it.
3. No god-modding or you're exiled from the SB.
4. People can own up to two characters.
5. Fighting is acceptable, but no graphic gory details. We can't readers mentally scarred for life.
6. Write as long as you want and at any time you can.
7. This SB is modded by Redfang18 (yours truly) and LoyalHeart, so what we say, goes.
8. Put the character's name and location on the top of every post.
9. If someone wants to kill off a character, contact the creator of the character via PM for permission first.

Profile Template

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Name: (Everyone must have a first name and last name. Nicknames are acceptable if desired.)
Age: (Vampires' physical age is 16-35; everyone else is 13-21.)
Gender: (M is male, F is female.
Race: (Take your pick, but choose wisely.)
Appearance: (Describe the best you can. Picture is optional.)
Personality: (flaws, strengths, weaknesses, and greatest love. In this book, a certain flaw must lead to the characters' downfall.)
Power: (Witches have power over elements and other kind of magic, vampires have gifts like those of Anne Rice, shapeshifters change form and body temperature, and magical humans are either psychic or have power from the witch or 'shifter in the family.)
Combat skill or weapon: (don't forget, there's a war brewing so there's going to be some fighting.)
History: (Start with family relations, then create a brief summury of the characters' lives.)
Rank: (Tell us where you stand in all this.)
Up for Love?: (Yay or nay and what orientation.)
Other: (Anything else that needs to be shared?)

Character Slots

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Special Humans
-Fazl "Faz" Hex (KatKage)
-Aliya Venusta (SidereaAquila)
White Witches/Warlocks
-M
-Lilia Fellows (summergirl13)
Black Witches/Warlocks
-Jericho Akanksha Agnimukha (ERANBEAR)
-Maria Gothika (Redfang18)
Grey Witches/Warlocks
-Rand Gambol (AdventurerDaniel)
-Umbra The Dragon Witch (LoyalHeart)
Overworlders
-M
-F
Underworlders
-Drake Meyer (VampireSenshi512)
-F
Shiva Clan
-Lester Shiva (Redfang18)
-Dionne Shiva (DragonGirl11)
Felina Clan
-Dirk Damashreid (Rydia)
-F
Baneslayer
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Behold, the DT to The Four Colonies.

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Name: Umbra also known as The Dragon Witch

Age: 21

Gender: F is female.

Race: Human

Appearance: She's a short woman with pure black curly hair and pitch black eyes, she wears a black night dress. She wears a velvet black cloak with red leather on the inside, she has ruby lips and black nails. When in the presence of others she has a very menacing feel about her, mainly due to bother rumor's about her and the strength of her magic. Underneath her robe she wears surprisingly tight dress, the dress itself is black and it comes down to her knees, she wears high heels that click against hard surfaces.
Her Appearance

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Personality: Umbra is a very self displined woman with unwavering power, shes a Grey Witch. She prefers meditation in quiet peace and away from the four colonies, she normally lives away from the colonies high up top of a distant mountain and which she allows her guardian spirit dragon Dominus guard her.
When she is in public off her mountain her spirit dragon is like a ghost, unseeble and pass though. The only way to know where Dominus is, is the omminus shadows of the ground for when it flies over. But the two flaws she has? Its her Dragon like anger, And her easily love tempted heart. (Explained in history.) in the presence of royalty she is generally respectful of people around her, but Umbra is just as demanding of respect as she gives.

Power: She has magic and a variety of spells at her command, she has a high favor in elemental magic. When unable to use that she uses elemental magic, she uses the deadly arts of Blood magic and black magic. She has a staff in which uses as both a walking stick and her magic amplifier, she is unable to use black magic without it in her hand. And the final power she has, and uses it against Shiva's and as a last resort of shes becoming tired, her Spirit Paragon Dragon; Dominus defends her. Dominus has the ability to take on a physical form, both capable of breathing fire, swiping its claws, and chowing down on Umbra's enemies. The body will be chowed on like a bone. But Umbra must choose between using her dragon or her magic, never both at once.
Her Spirit Dragon

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Her Paragon Spirt Dragon; Dominus.

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Her Staff

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Her staff

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Combat skill or weapon: She doesn't have much skills in terms of combat, but her short sword plays in heavy with her blood magic, In which when soaked in blood she can swing it and send an arch of blood towards her enemies. She uses the elements how there meant to be since she knows there true nature, Fire for lightning, wind for breeze, water to quench thirst, and ground for growing. Blood and black magic is her true arsenal of power, you just better hope you don't come face to face with this arsenal.
Her Sword

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Her Sword

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History: Growing up, Umbra was the daughter of a Grey Witch and a Grey Warlock magic was nothing unusual to her, it was apart of her every day life she used it on a daily basis as she grew up learning the potential she had stored away in her. Umbra had little to no friends growing up, and no siblings to aid in her loneliness Umbra was an exile in regular human school, no one to share in her loneliness. Except one, a regular human boy who would finally talk to her and keep her company. Umbra basked in his attention as long as it lasted, finally feeling like she belongs somewhere. But it was all for not as she found out it was all apart of a dare a few days later and the boy ran away once the dare was complete, her parents finally learned of her plight for attention. But there was little they could do for Umbra.

Her parents had finally decided to her elemental magic at the age of thirteen, over her teenage years she learned on how the basic principles of magic and elemental magic. But this was not the end of Umbra's learning Umbra hungered for more magic, when she was seventeen she traveled to another Warlock that specialized in the dark arts of magic, with some time Umbra had learned how to use Black Magic and Blood magic. In order to fully master both magic's she had to do something no one could ever, and that was the capture and bind a Spirit Dragon to her. This was easy to preform due to the current leader of the Shiva clan was dying and a new leader would be soon chosen, Umbra had offered the king a chance to stay in the world though binding his Dragon Spirit with her's. This was agreed on and Dominus was forever bound to Umbra.

Umbra returned with her new found Spirit Dragon, her master seeing this approved and welcomed Umbra as a Dragon Witch. Now Umbra has returned to the Four Colonies, her objectives are unknown but all four colonies know and fear her. Now Umbra sits high atop of her mountain and oversees the colonies, her dragon Dominus and always reminder to them all of who watches over them like a goddess. But with power, comes weakness. Dominus who was bound to Umbra had granted her his Dragon Anger, in which she goes into an uncontrollable rage in which the elemental and Black magic are used ruthlessly to kill. She outs "Ra" back Rage!

Rank: Legendary Witch

Up for Love?: (Yay or nay and what orientation.) She's helpless romantic, so yay! plus bisexual.

Other: (Anything else that needs to be shared?) Umbra will not allow one person to act as her apprentice and lover, she absolutely forbids it as having both will complicate the relationship and the apprenticeship. Also while her mountain, Umbra will go deep into meditation. During this state Umbra's memories play out throughout the mountain, this begins at the very entrance of the mountain. The higher and nearer you get to the submit the more of her memories play out as she remembers them, her experience with magic plays out in front of all those who make it up the mountain. All the fights she's ever had, everything shes ever witnessed in her life, by time anyone gets to the top they'll feel like they really know her. Know how Umbra came to be who she is today. This is often referred as "Echo's of Ones past" by other Warlocks and Witches.

Name: Lester Shiva (lives up to the nicknames Black Dragon and Living Crossroads)
Age: physically 21, actually 721
Race: Vampire, former shapeshifter
Appearance: Contrary to the nickname Black Dragon, Lester is parchment pale. Six-foot-five, nearly white shoulder-length hair (which once was gold blonde), nearly black eyes (once were sky blue), dragon birthmark on his back, and has a circular face. Always seen wearing a wedding band on his left hand, but it's really a private joke.

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But minus the couch.

Personality: He shows no sign of emotions around humans or vampires and is very detached from the shapeshifters. His one flaw is his pride that often gets him into a heap of trouble at the oddest times. His pride is about his lineage and often tells insultors before disappearing that if the person insults one Shiva, the person insults all Shivas - living and dead alike. He's quite athletic for someone his physical age and can't be around anyone who hear of him as a renegade vampire from the Underworld vampire colony. Because of 350 years of isolation, he's constantly curious about the world around him but is a quick study in music, fencing, painting, and computer work. His greatest love is painting landscapes and portraits, even if he doesn't do this for a living.
Power: Telekinesis, necromancy, pyrokinesis, and mind-reading. He can also see and talk to the recently deceased souls. He can turn into a dragon only as a last resort, but can change his body temperature to blend in with humans.

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Lester's dragon form

Combat skill or weapon: He's a master at stealth and no stranger to the sword.

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Lester's sword

When needing to feed, he often plays with his food before moving in for the kill. He's only vulnerable when he's feeding on chosen prey, which is normal humans who do wrong to others.
History: Lester was once a member of royalty in his old life. He was the only child of a black leopard (an orphan of unknown origin) and a red dragon (king and leader of the Shiva clan). His power to communicate with the dead and of necromency, a trait always believed to be witchcraft, is considered a job in itself and was taken seriously when he was only five years old. His birthmark covers all but the small of his back. His life was a happy life until he was scared away from the clans at sixteen on the murder of his father. At eighteen, he was abducted by Assassin vampires to become one of them against his will. At twenty-one, he was sired as a vampire by an Elder. He was in the Underworld colony for three-and-a-half centuries when he went renegade to see the Overworld colony and the outside world for himself. While exploring around, he fed from a greedy man who left a rich bride abandoned at the altar. The young bride wanted Lester to take deceased fiancee's place as her husband, but Lester gently refused and kept the wedding band as a spoil. He's still a renegade to this day, but is often seen both during the day and at night.
Rank: In his old life, he was royal on his father's side and heir to the Shiva family throne before his father's murder and Lester's expulsion. When sired by an Elder, Lester was returned from outsider to royalty. He's gone renegade by his own choosing and is currently a gypsy soul in the human world around him.
Up for Love?: Yes and he's bi. Before his siring as a vampire, he was straight. Ever since he was sired as a vampire, he's found to have a thing for both males and females of any race.
Other: He keeps this to himself, but he carries a doll with him at all times. The doll is a brunette with green eyes and dressed in a red komono with a fiery pattern. Lester calls the doll Serenity, in honor of his mother who was murdered when he was five years old. He keeps Serenity in a sack that he carries on his right hip while strolling about.

Dragons! Yeah, I'm in.

Name: Dionne Shiva
Age: 17
Gender: F
Race: Shapeshifter

Appearance: Dionne is a slender, dark-skinned lady of about 5'6", with black hair and caramel eyes. She prefers wearing yellows, oranges, and light blues.

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Personality: Dionne is fiercely opinionated, and is willing to speak her mind and act on her beliefs. She's good at getting people to do what she wants, but she has very strong emotions and they can get the best of her at times. She is fiercely individualistic, preferring to have a few close friends than a lot of acquaintances.

Power: Her only power is hat she can turn into a golden dragon (which she likes to do often).

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Combat skill or weapon: Dionne would prefer to battle as a dragon, where she has teeth, claws, flame breath, and built-in armour at her disposal. Her human form has been trained a little in archery, and fencing, but she's not particularly amazing at them. Her real skills lie in hand-to-hand combat (but mostly just the defensive parts) and throwing knives. She keeps a pair tucked into her boots.

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History: Dionne was born the second child to the former King. She had a relatively quiet childhood, filled with lessons and the various duties of a young princess. She learned grace, charm, and poise from an early age, and used them to her advantage, making people adore her.
When Dionne was about twelve, her father died, leaving Dionne's older brother Merrick as heir. He is now twenty-one, and as long as he remains unmarried and childless, Dionne is next in line for the throne.

Rank: Princess of the Shiva clan
Up for Love?: Yes, heterosexual.
Other: She has a small, brown pet mouse named Ginger that she carries around in her handbag.

Name: Aliya Venusta
Age: 17
Gender: F
Race: Special Human
Appearance: Aliya stands at five feet eight inches. She has a willowy build, with long legs, but she's stronger than she looks. She has dark gray eyes, and her skin is very pale. Her hair is chocolate brown, and she usually keeps it tied back out of her eyes. She typically wears a blue tunic, tight leggings, lace-up boots, a belt, and occasionally gloves and a cloak.
Personality: Aliya is eager and ambitious. She sets her goals high, and will do anything to reach them. She finds it very hard to back down from a challenge, and in this respect, her eagerness can get her into trouble. But unless she gets in over her head, her ambition serves her well. She doesn't reveal much about herself unless she knows someone well, so she'll often surprise people with what she can do. She can be hard on herself, but to her, the joy of accomplishing something great makes it worthwhile. She likes to run, but her favorite thing in the world is sparring with swords. She also likes to travel.
Power: Aliya has the power to slow down time, although only for short periods of time. To her, it seems as though everything around her is in slow motion; to everyone else, it seems as though she's sped up. (See history and combat for more details.)
Combat skill or weapon: Aliya is highly skilled with her long, one-sided sword. Her fighting style is a little odd, in that she uses a sword designed for efficiency in a graceful, flowing, almost pirouetting manner. This, along with her power, allows her to fight multiple enemies at once. Also, she's very flexible, and has strong legs, so she'll often incorporate jumps, leaps, and spins into her fighting.
History: Aliya was born into a family of nobles. Her father was a normal human, but her mother was half-witch. She had three older brothers, whom she saw often, but her best friend was her cousin, a human princess. Aliya discovered her power at an early age, and although she and the princess were very close, she kept it a secret until she was almost twelve. When she found out, the princess became very jealous, and their friendship fell apart quickly. Aliya, quite angry, vowed that she would travel as far away as she could from the princess. This was about the time she took up swordplay. Since then, she has seen almost every part of the realm, and hasn't returned to her hometown.
Rank: Lady (noble)
Up for love? Yes, heterosexual.

We seem to be short on males so Ariadne has undergone some changes

Name: Dirk Damashreid
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Half human, half Felina

Appearance: Dark, raven hair that he wears medium length and tousled. His eyes are cobalt blue. His skin is tawny and shows signs of wear on the hands and feet, both being calloused and the hands are stained by heavy chemicals. His finger-nails are kept very short. His figure is by no means womanly but not overtly manly either. He has a firm jaw and a slim chest with lean muscle. His facial features are sharp and feline. The clothing he favours is dark and tight fitting but never actual black. He'll wear dusky purples and midnight blues that untrained eyes might take for black, but they're always a shade away.

Personality: Dirk is confident, skilled and aloof. His strengths lie in his agility, his willingness to kill to defend himself and his top training. Dirk has been an assassin almost all of his life, working closely with deadly poisons and sharp blades. He does as he's told and he lives apart from the relationships that hold other people back.

With this in mind, it is odd that his flaws are mostly social and emotional. Dirk didn't spend much of his youth interacting with people outside of the other trainees. Now that he has been released into the wild, he has developed a great curiosity for people. He will watch them and mimic their movements, a skill which he uses to the great annoyance of others. However, when it comes to talking to people with his own voice, he doesn't know how. Dirk doesn't know how to interact with people on that level.

Dirk is in general a very curious person. This curisoity gets him into trouble in several ways - letting a target go because they interested him or taking risks when he finds a trail he wants to follow, even though he knows he shouldn't. Another flaw Dirk has is his cockiness. He believes he can do anything and, particularly when his ego is stroked, will place himself in difficult situations just to prove he can survive.

Dirk's greatest love is the thrill of the chase, the excitement, but he can sometimes feel uncertain when the prey has been killed and the fun is over. He also loves or rather yearns for comfort. He doesn't understand it, but that human affection he witnesses infuriates and tempts him. He wants it but doesn't want to have to pay the price or make the effort for it.

Dirk has little sense of good and evil. He works for the masters and usually does as he's told. If they give him a contract on a four year old child, he kills the four year old. This does not mean that he isn't heartless. He will use a kind method on the child and aim to give a quick and painless death, but he will do it. Because he's being paid to and because if he doesn't, they'll find someone else who will and nothing will be different, except his pockets will be empty and anothers will be full.

Power: He has the ability to mix poisons and trained knowledge of their use. His felina blood makes him able to shapeshift into a large, black panther. It also gives him heightened senses such as speed and smell.

Combat skill or weapon: Dirk is a trained assassin. He's adept with most basic weaponry and a few not so basic ones. He favours poisons or scythe knives like these:

History: Dirk's mother, Octavia, fell ill a few months after his birth and had to track the father of her baby down. He was a solitary but descent seeming man who turned up in their town infrequently and always without warning. Octavia had been lonely and so they'd formed a sort of relationship over the years but she feared she wouldn't live to see his next visit. She was right. She failed to track the man down and the four month old child was left with a family friend who had met the man. So more months passed and the boy was almost one year old by the time Athalus came riding into town. When he did not find Octavia at her home, he asked discreetly after her and was directed to the friend's house where the story was explained and the kid was dumped in his arms.

Now Athalus had never wanted children and had no intention of keeping him but the friend refused to take the child back and he had more honour than see one of his own starve on the streets. So he took him to an assassin school and left him there without a name or any knowledge of his past.

The masters were not a loving people but they weren't unkind either. They named the child Dirk and raised him in their arts of poisons and assassination. When Dirk discovered the abilities his Felina blood granted him, he relished in the power but it also set him apart from the other trainees. It made him different. Stronger, more powerful and more ready for the world outside. Afterall, wild cats aren't meant to be kept behind fences.

The masters eventually decided to make Dirk one of their agents. Five years ago they took him outside the compound and released him into the city. They told him that the contact would always come to him and tell him who his target was. He'd kill, be paid and just so long as he didn't stray, he'd live an easy life.

Dwelling: He lives alone and moves about, but always returns to the city every couple of days to check for work. He stays in Inns or sleeps under the stars with his fur to keep him warm. He goes where he likes and takes on freelance work when his money runs low or his boredom high.

Rank: A descendant of the Felina clan on his father's side. Dirk, like his father, prefers the gypsy life style and is considering breaking away from the underworlders to find out more about his Felina blood. He does not know yet, but his clan are The Obsidian and their symbol is a black panther.

Up for Love: Yes, unknown orientation.

Name: Drake Meyer
Age: physically 31 - actually 441
Gender: M
Race: Underworlder (as to say, Vampire)
Appearance:

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Personality: Drake is a very skilled assassin (As to say, he's very smart, and cunning. Quick Witted)- killing left and right in the name of his "god", he's very religious - He's rarely social and has little friends. His greatest love is in any good book, specifically those about history and the great thinkers of the world.

Power: Telekinesis, Mind Reading, Getting around to Pyrokinesis, Rapid Healing.
Combat skill or weapon: 400 years of training has ensured his proficiency with weapons, there isn't a weapon he can't handle at least well enough to hold his own. He prefers a good knife to a sword, a long bow to a cross bow. But he's not picky when it comes to killing.

History: (Start with family relations, then create a brief summury of the characters' lives.)
Drake was born into a VERY VERY poor religious family. His mother and father were dedicated church followers. So he was dedicated to his church very early. Then when he was twelve his village discovered a vampire in it's mist, so they drove it out. But not before it succeeded in killing his entire family. He was devastated, he stole a knife from the blacksmith and set out to find him. Vowing that he would kill the vampire, 19 years later. He met the vampire in an inn, he walked up to the vampire and told him that he was going to murder him. The vampire simply told him,

"You may kill me, but only after I've changed you. And taught you how to survive."

So the vampire turned him, and he spent four years teaching him the ways of being a vampire and being an assassin. Eventually they became friends, the master and the student. And on the last night, the vampire told him that his name was Nazar, and that he had lived far too long.

So as a final service to his teacher, he killed him and burned his body. After that, he became in touch with his faith again. And he came to the realization that his God made him sacrifice his parents so he could find his blessed teacher, who showed him how to rid the world of the impure in the name of his God.

Rank: Bigot Vigilante Assassin

Up for Love?: Drake has never been one for love, but won't ever turn down a one night stand. Heterosexual

Other: He carries multitudes of knives on his person, and he's sometimes known as the Shadow. He wears a black mask that has no features at all. Not even eyes, but he can see through it perfectly.

I was gonna use one of the characters from my other stories, but I decided for a male version since we are down on guys ^u^



Name: Fazl (Faz) Hex (his real last name was Zahir). He has been called 'Witch Boy' a few times ^^.


Age: Real age is 18. Usually looks 14 ^^


Gender: M


Race: Witch, Human, with a bit of Shape-shifter (he's basically a mutt ^u^)


Appearance: Ultra-Messy black hair. Piercing blue eyes. He has a tall, lanky, thin build in all of his ages. When he's 14 he's about 4 feet, normal age he's about 5'10'', adult 6'4''. He has scars all across his back when he's in his normal age form.

Pics! ^^

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Real Look (18)




Adult

Personality: If he had to be described in one word, it would be Childish. He loves playing pranks and can't resist a laugh. He loves that everyone thinks he's really 14 and can't help but laugh at that. He's extremely optimistic and can be very easy-going. Likes a challange

He has a very strong sense of good and evil. If he decides you're a bad guy, he'll at the least piss you off something major and at most get you in trouble with your enemies. He's over-protective to a fault (especially with women ^^'' ya know, cause of his mother ^^'')

Since he's never really had a long term relationship with someone besides his parents, it's hard for him to truly connect with other people. He does however, have the potential to. If he ever did, he'd be fiercely loyal and protective. He usually only shows his true age to people he can trust.


Power: Although he has some weak healing magic that doesn't do much of anything, his main power is changing his appearance ^u^ He can't change form into an animal or into another person or anything, but he can change his age at will ^^ Although he's 18, his favorite form is that of a 14 year old. He also on occasion can see spirits. (this has nothing to do with being a half witch or anything, he just has a 6th sense ^u^ it's not like he can summon an army of the dead or anything ^u^)


Combat skill or weapon: Although he's practically a master at dual swords, he prefers hand to hand combat. He's not as good with his fists than with his swords but he likes the freedom of movement and it provides more of a challange. He's not much of a head-front attacker, he relies more on his wits and tricks to attack an enemy. He prone to taunting and goading during battle.


History: His mother was a powerful White witch who was good with healing powers. His father was a shapeshifter human. They were deep in love, but many disapproved of their union. They raised their child with caring, respect and love. For a while, their life was perfect. Then it ended.

The first attack took his father when he was 8. Since his mother came from a very prestigious witch family that didn't approve of him, and some random gossiper started saying he was beating her, her brother rounded up some of his buddies and killed him when he was away from home. That night Faz and his mother waited and waited but he didn't come home. The next day his body was found and they were informed.

For a while, he just had his mother. Instead of breaking down, she kept strong for her little boy. But word spread farther than they thought. His father's home town caught wind of this but with the story twisted. They heard a temptress witch had lured him away from the village and used him until she didn't need him and sucked out his soul. (I know; it's out there but that's how rumors get ^^'') One day they made their move.

While his mother and him were in the forest collecting necessary herbs for one of her healing potions (since cut off from her family, she had made potions to sell to families to get by ^^). Since she was tired from a night of hard work, she sent Faz ahead to collect some herbs in a place close to the river which was hard to get to and super slippery.

While he was gone, she relaxed on a rock, catching her breath and looking at her locket which had a picture of Her, Her Husband and Faz. Out of the wood, his father's old village men attacked, grabbing her and torturing her with knife cuts and fire burns. She begged them to let her go for her son, who was too young to care for himself just yet. They ignored her pleads and did terrible things to her. They ended it by slitting her throat. And lying in bushes nearby, too scared to come out, was Faz who had witnessed the whole thing.

A while after the men left he ran out to his mother. Her usual pristine white clothes were tattered and torn. She was covered in dirt and blood. At first Faz tried all he could to save her, but his under developed magic wasn't good enough. He fell on top of her and cried for hours. He fell asleep.

When he came to, he was home in bed. In hope, he thought it had all been a nightmare. Everything, including his father's murder. But an inspection of the house confirmed they were gone. For a while, he didn't know what to do. Then he remembered the clan symbol the men had on their clothes. Going down the worn and dark path many before him had, he grabbed his father’s sword and went off to go find and destroy the men who had taken his mother.

At first he was completely lost but then he started hearing this voice that would tell him what to do. Who was trust worthy, what places were safe, when he should move on. Having no one else, he immediately trusted the mysterious voice. It never lead him wrong.

It took 4 years, but he finally made his way to their village. His magic had improved as well has his skill with his father's enchanted sword. Along the way he gained another sword and had mastered duel sword fighting. He lay in wait until the night fell. Just as he was going to attack and slaughter the village, he heard the voice saying don't. He immediately got angry, saying 'No! I have to! They killed mother, it's their turn.' The voice replied 'son'.

Faz turned around and saw his father. 'Fa-father?' He dropped his weapons and ran to his father but couldn't touch him. It was a ghost. His father smiled. Faz was confused 'You lead the way to this place! You helped me learn fighting! Why are you saying I shouldn't kill these men?! They deserve it!'

'Yes, and they will pay for their crimes.' His father looked out at his former village 'but revenge is not the right path to go. It can be used to keep going, to get stronger. But now is the time to let it go or you'll do something you'll regret for the rest of your life.' Faz scowled at his father 'You died on us. You know nothing' He turned and silently made his way to the village as the image of his father disappeared.

When he made it into the home of the man who lead the charge of the attack on his mother, and crept through the house until he made it to the room where him and his wife were sleeping. He pulled out his family sword with a loud enough noise to wake his wife. She saw him standing there with his sword out and he nudged her husband awake, fear showing through her eyes.

At first the man was confused. When Faz turned the sword so the family emblem showed, the man understood. Faz raised his sword and was about to strike the woman so the man would know his pain if even for a moment.

Then he froze. Off to the left he saw an image of his mother, with a sad smile on her face as she shook her head. For a moment he just stood there. He lowered the sword and was speechless. After a few minutes he said 'tell father I'm sorry' Then he turned and left without looking back.

For a year he just wandered around, unsure of what to do. No one took him in, not from his mothers or his father's side. for a while he just wandered, not doing much of anything.

His gift of talking to the dead became more and more apparent as time went by. One day when he was 14, he met the ghost of a little girl who died in a fire along with the rest of her family except for her little sister. She couldn't move on because she didn't know what happened to her sister. With nothing else to do, he decided to help.

After he discovered and told the girl that her sister was living in a nearby village and was very happy. Watching her go over to the other side he decided this is what he would do. Whenever he came across a restless spirit, he would help put them to rest.

He would go digging and usually ticked off a lot of people he probably shouldn’t have. He brushed death a few times and used his wits to find what he needed to know and escape unwanted fates. Eventually he discovered his love for hijinks and pranks and soon his used-to-be dark and reserved personality gave way to his original childish one.


Rank: Outcast-hermit-person-thing ^u^ (no one wants him ^^'')


Up for Love?: Aha haha ha ^^ But, really he is ^^ If you can get past the childish exterior, he'd be loyal for life ^^ His parents had a lot of influence on him ^^ He's into girls only ^u^


Other: Mmmmm, nope ^^ I covered it all basically ^u^ (edit;) Oh! yes, almost forgot ^^ He caries around the locket his mother had before she died, a Token of a Past Life ^^

Umbra

High above the Four colonies, I sat at the summit of the mountain overlooking the colonies far below. It was the dead of night as I held a fire in my hands keeping me warm during the night, I had been here for a full year now. And my birthday was on the horizon, just a week away it was. But the troubling disturbance I felt it descending on the four colonies, that presence I knew was not here for me. Tension was already high with the colonies as is, war being on the horizon between the colonies.

"What troubles could make it worse? This troubling presence could only make things worse." I said to myself quietly.

I sat cross legged on the ground, fire in hand and my staff off to my side. I soon stood up putting out the fire and using my staff as a walking stick, my spirt dragon; Dominus appeared at the entrance of the summit. It's beady red eyes and long black wing span folded up against its body, as it watched the entrance as if for an intruder.

"I do not like the presence that descends unto the colonies mistress." Dominus told me.

Even Dominus sensed it, even he was worried about what was coming to the colonies. Dominus rose and looked to the skies as if to see his brothers flying overhead, but all there was, was the starry sky. Soon looking back down at me as if to wait for a command.

"I've noticed the presence, and it can not be good for whatever it brings." I said.

"Seek out the everlasting dragon, he shall aid in ending this presence." Dominus said.

"The everlasting dragon?" I ask.

"Yes, tomorrow mourning, I shall guide you to him." Dominus said.

The wind began to pick up and in the distance the preance was getting stronger, but soon stopped. Whatever was here, was outside of the first colony and within the second colony which possibly was a Felina Colony. And making its way into the Witch and Warlock colony, possibly the Shiva Colony, but for some reason staying out of the Human Colony.

"Do not descend the mountain now, wait for daylight before going down." Dominus said.

I nod, as I make my way to the cave within the mountain. The second cave that I used as my home, and I would soon go into deep meditation for rest and focus my magic for when I came out in the mourning. Tomorrow mourning, I would make for the Four colonies.

Lester Shiva | A local church

I sat in front of the altar, staring at the cross before me. For days since I first came to this town, I found myself wondering about how normal mortals would worship such an item. Then again, I've lost my sense of religion since my exile. I sighed. Where was I to go, now that I was an exile with no honor left in my life to have? The Colonies around me were at the brink of war, which happened since my exile. I didn't want war to come around. I've been through wars in the First Colony and it pained my head to remember it all.
The local priest, Reverend James Rose, placed his hand on my shoulder. "The Lord will provide for us all, my brother. You'll know soon enough what He plans for you."
I sighed again, keeping my eyes on the cross that hung on the wall of the altar. "I hope so, Reverend. I wish I didn't feel like I wanted to end my own life. I have nothing left of my family except my wounded dignity." I bowed my head, for Reverend Rose's benefit. Once he was gone, I went to the changing room and changed from my disguise as an altar boy to my black attire - black shirt, matching jeans, and leather vest with snakeskin boots. I went outside into the cemetary, walking amongst the spirits who know I can see and hear them. I sat down on a grave, listening to the spirits and hearts of all living things around me. It made me wonder how much has changed for the past seven centuries. No doubt my cousin Artemis' family prospered on my throne while I myself was exiled on Artemis' murderous account. I couldn't believe what Artemis has done to me. He killed my mother, then my father to result in my exile since I was the last one my parents saw and spoke with. One of these days, I would reclain what was rightfully mine. If only I had a way, since the penalty was death for an exile who returns to the Fourth Colony.

Rand Gambol/ Nacitav City

I strolled through the city wrapping my jacket tight around me. I took my church man's pipe out of my jacket attracting odd looks from other people walking down the street with me. I let out a long stream of smoke and looked about. I observed others that were armed like me, it seemed as though everyone was ready to fight in a moment. As I walked by a cemetery I felt a strange sensation. A mind reader was near by. I focused on one thought for the mind reader to hear, I would be ever so pleased if you would stay out of my mind.

I strolled over to the gate of the cemetery, "if you need someone to talk to try and walk over to them and actually talk." I walked over to the young man and reached out my hand to shake. "My name is Rand Gambol and it is very nice to meet you Lester Silva." He looked at me seeming shocked.

"How do you know who I am Mr. Gambol?" He spoke with an almost completely neutral tone. Perhaps my assumption of his being shocked was incorrect.

I smiled, "There are few people in this town that I haven't learned some small details of." I let out a sharp quick whistle and a falcon descended from the sky and landed on my shoulder. "This is my companion Smoketail, the speaking falcon. He informed me about a shapeshifter and vampire in the city I've actually been dying to meet you."

Drake Meyer / The City

Spoiler

The events of this post would take place between Adventer's post, and RedFang's

The cold wind hits my bear arms as I dash through the cities limits following my target. Like a mad gazel trying to flee the nimble tiger, he's panicked. My quick and fearsome form chasing him through the darkness.

I finally chase him into a corner, he tries nervously to climb the wall. I throw him onto the ground with my telekinesis. He looks at me from the ground with a fearful look in his eyes. What must I look like to this human? A tall man with black leather clothing, torso armor that has no sleeves, and no facial features.

The Shadow

But I'll be the last shadow this sinner will ever see

I retrieve a knife from my person, a metallic blade blade that shimmers in the moonlight. Holding him to the ground with my telekinesis, I remove my mask, so he can look upon my face. My cold, black eyes peer into his very soul.

"P-p-please don't kill me!" he stutters, crying.

"Oh no, sinner. I'm not going to kill you." I smile, showing my fangs.

"Oh by god what are you?!" he yells, I slap him across the face.

"Don't desecrate the name of god with your harsh tongue, you blasphemous wretch! I am a creature of the night," I feel the blade across his face gently.

"God gave me these powers, to rid the world of the traitors and the sinners. And now, I will cleanse you of your sins and treason's against the lord. I will take seize of your soul, and your blood. And by the divine right given to me by our lord God, I claim you!" I plunge the blade into his head, right between the eyes on the forehead.

I quickly go to his neck and drink him dry, making sure not to leave any blood behind. When I'm finished, I stand proud in the darkness, and laugh.

"Another eternity in the holy-land for me." I pause.

And now I return to the church, to cleanse myself of my sins by prayer

I disappear into the night, looking for the church. I reach it by mid morning, I enter quietly. Those who come to pray late after the sermon are scattered in the churches massive corridors. An altar boy gives me a strange look, but I shrug it off. And find a pew to kneel in.

I pray for quite some time, when I get up my knees are sore. But I make my way to the door. I feel a strong presence in the church I hadn't felt before, I turn to examine the few left in the church. The altar boy from before still staring at me.

Lester Shiva | Local cemetary

At first I thought he was some mad human with an imagination twice as mad as him, but it took a moment for me to put a name to his scent. There was rarely a trace of being human on him. More like the scent of cinnamon and a hint of falcon feathers. A Grey warlock from the Second Colony. I've heard of mystics like him, but never in my life as a shapeshifter or seven centuries as a vampire have I ever thought to see one. The neutral party of the Second Colony, neither good nor bad but right in the middle. My father would be proud of me for this.
I kept my hands to myself, just to be sure his scent was a ruse. "Well, now you have. However, you know that I have a story that both the White and Black circles of your Colony has never heard in the seven centuries and half a decade I've been exiled. You being a part of the Grey circle, you rather hear the other side of the long-told history before judging me. I know how the neutral party works."
Rand nodded. "Perhaps you're neutral yourself, Prince Lester."
I shook my head. "I'm no longer a prince, but I'm also not a king either. Because I was exiled before my coronation, I have no royal rank. Until I take my place as the Fourth Colony's rightful king, I'm an exile for eternity. I should be with my father in the spirit world by now, but my wicked cousin Artemis killed my father and staked the blame on me. Artemis got away with two accounts of murder and I took his place as an exile when I should've been king." I sighed, trying not to cry as I remembered the look on my deceased father's face when I saw him with a dagger in his chest. He looked peaceful, but I knew his spirit wouldn't rest until my name was cleared and I was on the throne as the Fourth Colony's rightful king. I never seem my father's spirit, but I have seen and often spoke with the restless spirit of my beloved mother. "As you might or might not have known, I'm capable of seeing and communicating with restless spirits. It's what I do. I can also bring them back to life, if they chose to. If they chose to rest, I put them to rest. With such powers, it's a job in itself. I know it's not natural for a vampire to have such power, but I was born with it as a shapeshifter. I'm not at all ashamed of my powers, but I don't use them often unless I have to."

*Could I join as a dragon?*

Dionne Shiva

The horses' hooves clacked rhythmically against the cobbled streets. I sat on a chestnut mare, side-saddle, as is fitting for a lady in a public appearance. I, along with a large group of other castle residents rode into town, to do some shopping in the marketplace.

We tethered our horses outside the main square to browse the market on foot. Illicia, my friend and a master of fortune-telling, walked beside me. "Take down your hood, Illicia. It is a beautiful day," I said, smiling and nodding to the vendor as I examined a brooch from his stall.

She shook her head, staring at the ground. "Troublesome winds are blowing, princess," she said.

"Oh, do lighten up, Illicia. It's a beautiful day! Enjoy the sunshine," I laughed, laying down the brooch and maintaining my fake publicity smile as I laid down the brooch and moved to the next booth. I picked up a lavender scarf of the finest quality. "Illicia, dear, feel this! It's simply -" I turned around, the scarf suspended between my hands, but she had disappeared into the crowd. "Illicia?" I called. Oh well, I shrugged to myself as I placed the scarf back on the table. She's around somewhere.